Uh uh uh…another one bites the
Dust. I am probably one of the hands down most rational people. Though this was slightly in question earlier as I defended myself from a background voice’s ranting and raving unprovoked, at me a few hours ago. While my good friend had warped her brain into promoting some bloodless idea that I was keeping her shit for ransom, all while she had in her possession the keys to my place; This was one of the most retarded things I have ever experienced. Though I tend to stay away from women as friends because of this inherent psychosis to the ones attracted to me in friendship. Opposites attract and all that and here I understand why it is that the boys load up in my cell phone more than a single girl should have.
90210 was suggested, but the thing that’s funny is the whole ranting and raving episode, as pointed out to me by my good friend Sean, was about as white trash as you could possibly get without owning a whole trailer park. Ass-kicking and all that, so pointedly mentioned, was certainly never anything I cared to discuss, but be as the psychos be, it’s still really funny when you think about it. I mean seriously, why is it that a good percentage of those bearing the vagina see kicking butt as a solution?
Oh well. I actually really loved my best friend until she decided to smash all my worth back in my face by letting some girl talk shit about me standing next to her, apologizing to another girl and making friends because being in the same state means all your rationale is thrown out the window in reference to right and wrong, and support and non-support. Ah well, let them clean their messes up, and paint themselves a good picture of what was the word, something along the lines of tyrannical? I say nothing about the blaring mistakes in understanding that some people make, because it truly is not my lesson to learn. Honesty doesn’t necessarily go along with dependence, because you really can’t count on your friends to be dependable to defend you, defend their stance while defending you, and generally quelling the urge to talk and talk and talk and talk trash. Trash talking is one of those things I abhor, and I don’t find much to jerk off to while people are spouting out their poison.
Though it is known that spouting that kind of junk out has a way of splashing back into your face. Only time will tell, and my time is now.
Oh and the kicker, the thing that will have me giggling forever. Said girl threw my bowl across the room in some half-stoned angry stupor a few months ago. But when she saw the replacement she bought for the one she had broken, she deftly swiped it up, threw it in her bag, and went scuttling out like the princess she turned out to be.
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